Singularity:Bitchify (Part 4)

As Ritsuka continued to delve into the intricate details of his newfound wealth, the forced smirk and the biting tone of his voice were constant reminders of his predicament. Every interaction was laced with an unintentional condescension that grated on his nerves, yet his servants remained unfazed, understanding the true nature of his condition.

"Artoria," he called out, "ensure that the security around this mansion is impenetrable. I don't want any unwanted guests ruining my perfect little kingdom."

Artoria nodded respectfully. "Of course, Master. We'll fortify the defenses immediately."

Turning to Mash, he couldn't help but add a sarcastic bite to his request. "Mash, darling, be a dear and make sure my wardrobe is stocked with the latest designer collections. I can't be seen in last season's latex, now can I?"

Mash smiled warmly, her understanding eyes offering silent support. "I'll see to it right away, Master. You'll have the finest attire at your disposal."

Ritsuka sighed inwardly. "Cu Chulainn," he snapped, "I want you to gather information on the local power players. If we can't use magic, then we'll crush them with our wealth."

Cu Chulainn grinned, unaffected by the tone. "You got it, Master. I'll find out everything there is to know about our new rivals."

Despite the bratty and condescending manner forced upon him, Ritsuka knew he could rely on his servants. They saw through the involuntary arrogance to the real person underneath. As he settled into the role forced upon him, he realized that his sharp tongue and haughty demeanor could be tools in this new world—a world where money ruled and appearances mattered.

With endless resources at his disposal, he began to form a strategy.

After some thought, he decided to fully embracing the persona of Jeanne, she decided it was time to make a definitive change. From now on, she would be Jeanne in every aspect, identifying as female to avoid confusion and fully immerse herself in this new life.

Jeanne summoned Mash to her lavish bedroom. "Mash," she began, her voice carrying the usual condescending tone, "I've decided to fully embrace this new identity. From now on, I will be Jeanne. I want everyone to address me as such, and I'll be identifying as female."

Mash nodded, her expression supportive. "Of course, Jeanne. I'll inform the rest of the servants immediately. It's a wise decision to avoid any confusion.

Her fate was set, even tho it was justified, Jeanne couldnt help but think something in the back of her mind telling its a wise decision, and it would happen anyway.

The first step in setting her presence in this Singularity’s world was to secure their base of operations—the Chaldea Mansion. She allocated funds for state-of-the-art security systems, hired the best private security teams, and ensured that every inch of the estate was monitored and protected.

Jeanne's voice, always dripping with condescending sweetness, became a weapon. "If the world wants me to be a bitch, then I'll be the best damn bitch they've ever seen," she muttered to herself, her forced smirk never wavering. "And I'll use every bit of this wealth to make sure we come out on top."

The mansion became a hive of activity. Servants moved with purpose, carrying out Jeanne's commands with unwavering loyalty. The mansion's security was impenetrable, their influence slowly growing. And despite the forced demeanor and the tight latex that defined her new existence, Jeanne felt a growing sense of control, and she like it.

She stood in front of the mirror in his grand office, the reflection of Jeanne’s face staring back at her with that ever-present smirk. "This world may have taken my magic, but it gave me something just as powerful," she said, her voice a mix of bratty arrogance and steely determination. "And I intend to use it to its fullest."

With her loyal servants by her side and endless wealth at hee disposal, Jeanne was ready to conquer this new world.

Jeanne woke the next morning, the forced smirk already etched onto her face as she stretched in the lavish, silk sheets of hee enormous bed. The weight of Jeanne D’Arc’s body was still something she was getting used to—the plushness of her massive breasts and the curve of her hips, absolute dumptruck of an ass, all constantly reminding her.

Mash was already waiting by the door, her maid uniform immaculate as always. "Good morning, Master," she greeted with a respectful bow. "Are you ready to start the day?"

Jeanne sighed inwardly, knowing that her response would come out in the same bratty, condescending tone that had become her default. "I suppose, Mash. Not that I have any idea what a 'rich woman's' routine looks like," she said, rolling her eyes. "Why don't you guide me through it?"

Mash nodded, unfazed by Jeanne’s tone. "Of course, Master. Right this way."

She led her to the walk-in wardrobe, a room that was more like a high-end boutique than a simple closet. The space was filled with racks upon racks of designer latex clothes, the latest collections from the world’s most luxurious brands. Shelves were lined with accessories—shoes, bags, jewelry—all meticulously organized.

Jeanne felt a mixture of awe and frustration as she stepped inside. She couldn't help but run her fingers over a particularly stunning gold dress that caught her eye, the fabric shimmering under the soft lighting.

"Today, you might want to start with something that exudes power and elegance," Mash suggested, picking out the very dress Jeanne had been admiring. "This gold latex dress will suit you perfectly, Master."

Jeanne scoffed, though she couldn't deny the allure of the dress. "Fine, Mash. Help me into it. I suppose I have to look the part of an evil bitch, after all."

With practiced ease, Mash helped Jeanne out of her current sleepwear and into the dress. The gold latex clung even more tightly to her form, accentuating her curves and giving her an undeniably commanding presence. The high slit revealed a generous expanse of her leg, while the halter neck drew attention to his décolletage. She completed the look with matching gold accessories—a necklace, earrings, and bracelets—that added an extra touch of opulence.

Jeanne glanced at herself in the mirror, the forced smirk and haughty expression perfectly complementing the outfit. "I look... powerful," she admitted, his voice carrying its usual bratty tone despite the genuine surprise.

"You look perfect, Master," Mash agreed with a smile. "Now, let's proceed with the rest of your morning routine. Breakfast is served in the dining hall, and after that, we can review your schedule for the day."

Jeanne nodded, feeling a strange mix of empowerment and resignation. "Lead the way, Mash. Let's get this over with."

As they walked through the mansion, Jeanne could feel the eyes of her servants on herself, each one offering a respectful bow or greeting. Despite her bratty demeanor, she knew they understood her predicament and supported her unconditionally. It was a small comfort in this strange new world where wealth and appearance were everything.

Entering the grand dining hall, Jeanne was greeted by a lavish spread of gourmet dishes, each one more decadent than the last. She took a seat at the head of the table, the forced smirk never leaving her face.

"Let's see what this world has in store for me today," she mused. "And how I can use it to my advantage."

As Jeanne settled into her new routine, she found that her tastes had shifted dramatically along with her transformation. No longer satisfied with simple pleasures, her new body craved the finest luxuries, and it seemed that nothing short of the best could make her happy.

Breakfast was a grand affair, with an array of dishes spread across the table. However, as Jeanne sampled them, she found herself becoming increasingly critical. The perfectly cooked eggs were too bland, the caviar lacked the subtlety she desired, and the freshly squeezed orange juice was just a bit too tart. Her newfound palate was as demanding as her new personality.

"Mash," she called out, her voice carrying an unintentional edge of bratty impatience, "this breakfast is subpar. I expect better quality from now on. Find a chef who can meet my standards."

Mash bowed her head respectfully. "Of course, Master. I'll ensure that the kitchen staff is replaced with someone who can cater to your refined tastes."

With breakfast out of the way, Jeanne's morning routine continued with a trip to the mansion's spa. The space was equipped with every luxury imaginable, from massage tables to hot tubs, steam rooms, and even a sauna. Despite the indulgence, Jeanne found herself being particularly picky about the treatments.

"The water temperature in the hot tub is off," she snapped. "And this massage oil doesn't have the right scent. Fix it."

Her servants, thanks to the singularity, used to catering to her high-maintenance, took her demands in stride. They adjusted the temperature and brought out a selection of the finest oils for her to choose from. Still, Jeanne couldn't shake the feeling of dissatisfaction that seemed to hang over her like a cloud.

After the spa, it was time for a wardrobe fitting. Even though she had just changed into the stunning gold dress, Jeanne's new tastes demanded constant variety and perfection in her attire. She stood before the full-length mirrors in the walk-in wardrobe, scrutinizing each piece of clothing with a critical eye.

"This dress is too tight around the waist," she complained, though the dress hugged her curves perfectly. "And these heels—ugh, they're last season. I need something more current."

Mash, ever patient, took notes and promised to procure the latest fashions immediately. "I'll have the designers send over their newest collections for you to review, Master."

Jeanne sighed, the forced smirk on her face only adding to her frustration. "Good. See that you do. I won't tolerate anything less than perfection."

As the day progressed, Jeanne's demanding nature continued to manifest in every aspect of her new life. Lunchtime brought more complaints about the quality of the cuisine, and even the luxurious confines of her private office couldn't escape her critical eye. The furniture was too stiff, the lighting too harsh, the decor not quite right.

Despite he bratty and condescending demeanor, her servants remained unfazed, carrying out her every whim with unwavering loyalty. They understood that beneath the harsh exterior was their true Master.

By evening, Jeanne was exhausted from the constant stream of complaints and adjustments. She retired to her lavish bedroom, the silk sheets feeling both comforting and suffocating at the same time. She stared at the ceiling, the forced smirk still plastered on her face, and sighed deeply.

"This is going to be harder than I thought," she muttered to himself, "But I have to find a way to be happy in this body, in this world."